You sit down on a nearby countertop and have a good think. "Hm." You think. "If that other guy said they don't want us leaving" you continue, "and he said you wont get past floor 2" you ramble, "and they've taken out the elevator" you stumble in thought, "then that means....."
"YE GODS, that means they don't want me to leave!" you finally realize, after all this time.

Your moment of clarity over with, you decide a more fruitful endeavor is in order. You're going to test to see if those wires in the elevator are live wires. You look around for something that is conductive and long, there isn't a lot in the kitchen that fits this description. A pan or something would be ideal, but you're coming up with nothing the more you look. But inside the oven you find a single baking tray. "Perfect" you think to yourself as you're about to get ram that motherfuck right up in elevators stringy business. A quick thought stops you in your tracks however. "Don't fry yourself, idiot." But you know electricity safety well. You're standing on a lino floor, as non-conductive as can be, so the only risk you run is indirect. (sparks, bright flashes, balance. Mostly balance.)
You stick the tray in between the two front most wires, stretching your arms right out over the gaping death pit below. There's no spark. You test it with the set of backmost wires, no spark. You do this yet again with the leftmost wires to test all possible combos of the wires. This time however, the tray lights right up in a bright flash and leaps right out of your hand. Its quite a shock to you and you lose your balance, falling right into the shaft.

You have approximately one millisecond to make a choice before falling to your death.

As you tumble forward you reach out and grab the two frontmost wires, lurching forward even more. They're pulled fairly tight and don't have much give to them so you are safe from rocketing into any of the live wires. A moment of relief passes through your mind.

And then you look at your hands.

The wires are embedded about half an inch into your palms, and you are sliding down them, blood staining the wire as you go. The pain registers in your mind in this exact moment and your legs buckle, sending you into the elevator shaft entirely. Your legs quickly fall below you and pull your hands free of the wires, you quickly drop down the shaft back first. At the top of the shaft you see a blinking red light. This is the last thing you see before you hit the bottom of the shaft and your spine shatters on impact.

You awaken in a hazy state, lying on your side staring at the wall. The gentle whirring of a ceiling fan permeates the silence. You feel cold. Your lower back itches.

You hop right off the bed once again, or you would have had the bed not seemingly grown twice as large, so rather than a swift hop its more a confused scramble of sorts. Regardless, you are off the bed with both your feet on the floor.
You have a look down at yourself and make a mental checklist.
-Feet: Basically large, thumbless, hands at this point. Small claws on your toes.
-Hands: Claws not much else changed. Thumbs still exist.
-Head: Distinctly not human. As you feel it, it feels like its conical pointing towards your nose, which is more a snout. Your ears are fucking huge. You have whiskers. Your incisors are pretty large now, relative to the rest that feel smaller.
-Neck: Thicker, shorter. Kind of hard to look down.
-Body: Longer white hair this time. Breasts? Gone. They took your titty.
-Tail: Exists. Long, thin, whippy, no hair. You're wondering why this wasn't the first thing you noticed, it feels as though you always had it even though you know that isn't right.
-Height: You think about it for a few seconds. "Wait" you think "The bed isn't big" you continue to reveal "I'm" you think incredibly hard "Small!?" you finally conclude. Yes, you are small. About half as tall. You actually have to reach for door handles now.

You conclude you look like a weird rat. This was a massive departure from last time. Any further changes may have even more dire consequences for you.

Wasting no time whatsoever you make your way right back up the stairs. It's a bit of a trek for you now, and walking up them normally is hard, so you go at it on all fours. You are now once again faced with the office hall sign.

You head straight forward and up the next flight of stairs. What a workout. Floor four consists of a simple singular hallway with two doors marked as meeting rooms 1 and 2. Ahead of you is a sign signaling floor 3 is upstairs. Enlightening, you'd have never have figured this out otherwise. You can't hear anything going on in either of the rooms to your side.
You continue onwards on your mission to get out of here. Up to floor 3.
On floor 3 you find a wide open room. It's dark, the only light comes from the hall behind you. From what you can make out, there's a green couch that has been flipped upside down in front of you and a broken office divider underneath it. There's feathers strewn about near this scene and the whole room smells of death. You can't see the way to floor 2 at all.